Archive for June 17th, 2011

June 17, 2011

The Early Bird Gets to Leave Early

Before we begin, I need to get something off my chest…

Dear Trip Advisor,

I love your site, and I love trips.  However, I do not love your tempting emails.  Quit alerting me to great deals on flights to London, Dublin, Buenos Aires, and other glorious destinations.  You helped sucker me into a trip to Austria in March, which was lovely, but I have no more vacation time.  Quit torturing me with your tempting offers; I can’t take it anymore!

Thanks,
Tiff

Flashback

Flashback to Austria Trip

Now that I have successfully un-subscribed to Trip Advisor’s emails, I can get into today’s real post.  It’s about love.  No, it’s not quite a Hallmark card, but let’s just say it’s not about beer either.  Come on, it’s Love Sweat and Beers – not Blood Sweat and Tears.  That wouldn’t make for fun reading, would it?  Well… unless it was written by Jack Bauer. 

Too much Netflix?

I think Jack could beat up a honey badger.

Weekend travel is my excuse for today’s missed workout.  I came to work early so that I can leave early this afternoon.  Yes, I got to work at 7 a.m. after my hour-long commute.  No, I did not get my butt out of bed at 4 to squeeze in a workout.

It’s time for my yearly family reunion.  It’s a very small and simple gathering, but I still get excited about it.  I like showing off the hubby, seeing my grandpa, and spending time with my parents.  Ooohhh… I also like my great aunt’s caramel cake.  I like the joy she gets from seeing my great uncle devour it.  Did that make sense?  She makes it for all of us, but she knows he really gets excited about it, which in turn makes her happy, which in double-turn makes me happy.  (Double-turn?  Really Tiff???)

flashback

Another Flashback: Christmas 2009

I will try to make a mini post at some point this weekend.  Of course, if you follow me on Twitter @LoveSweatBeers, you’ll be the first to know if I do!

Now, I’d like talk about my Thursday night.  See, I love my family, and of course I love my husband, but I am an only child.  I love being an only child.  I am fairly social and love spending time with others.

However…

Every once in a while, I still need that alone time.  Loner?  Homebody?  Probably.  Call it what you must, but I have coined it Only Child Syndrome.  I get irritable and frustrated when I don’t have home alone time.   

Soooo I sort of kicked Kev out of the house last night.  He went out for drinks with friends, and I had time with pajamas, kitties, and The Little Mermaid.  I even had cereal for dinner.  Life is good.

If you thought I was kidding…
 
Anyone else need alone time?  Anyone else still love Disney movies?
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